"Doesn't matter," she grunted. "I can stand and I can fight. That's all I need."
"Really? You really think that?"
She fired once, twice, three times.
"…Okay, ow. But seriously, what happens when you run out of targets?"
"I find new ones," she said flatly.
"That does make sense, for you… but then what? What are you going to do when there are no ghosts to hunt?"
She glared, the scarlet lines of her suit sharp against the black mirror of her faceplate.
"Can you really use your weapons and your skills to kill humans?"
She rushed forward, guns blazing.